09.13.19 (adulation)

To be in love
Is to give in to madness.
To declare
A form of
Adulation
As a way of being.
It is both
A destruction of the self
And a
Absorption of another.
It is a gift
But also a curse.
It is everything
And
Nothing.
To be in love
Is to be insane.
I doubt I’ll ever love
In that way again

09.13.19 (I felt my toothbrush crack while brushing my teeth)

I nearly broke my toothbrush in half
Pressing too hard against
My mind was wandering
Writing a song in my head

A time burned into my brain
One that feels close far behind
When you were far too uncertain
And I was way out of my mind

Eyes focused forward
I forged a silent path
When you went silent
I silently planned

A stopover for us to build
A life that we could lend
Our hearts already broken
But still could maybe mend

Before the end I knew it
You didn’t love me for at least a year
Felt it in my everything then
And I still feel it now here

Things began to fall apart
You tuned out, so I zeroed in
I committed to a future
I could only see you in

But that pushed you further
Isolated disparate
Words exchanged led to silence and
You let go of everything 

If I’m being honest
When you left I felt nothingness
The wound that you left
Took a long time to fully manifest

It’s a feeling that’s stuck with me
Nothing is enjoyable
Everything feels cheap
When I don’t have you, there is nothing

I get angry when I think this
It feels obsessive to revisit this so
But I watched everything we built
Collapse and slowly crumble

Seems a waste to abandon
But you’ve chosen your path
And our friendship is something 
I thought that would outlast

I feel a bit of everything
Saying the things that I have said
I regret saying anything
I kind of wish it would just end 


09.02.2019 (passing)

Sometimes I wonder
If what we felt together
Was ever anything more
Than passing clouds

09.01.2019 (feedback)

I’m still stuck 
In this sort of feedback loop
Replaying promises
While you enjoy another holiday
Forgetting them further
It all seems a joke
To have felt at all
Like a lifetime spent
Killing time. 
I think I’d rather not learned 
To love at all.

09.02.2019 (friend)

Death marriage suicide children
How will I lose my next friend 

08.29.19 (withdrawal)

Pretending the world hadn’t ended
Stumbling blind
Into naked desire:
I bumped and bumbled through
Many months.
Desire can grow poisonous
Like addiction,
And then when reality returns to focus
The return to nothingness can
Feel like withdrawal.
I do not look forward
To insomniac nights
But it seems they have come for me
Yet again. 

08.22.19 (words)

Dulling 
Draining
Absence
Drained 
Pain
Poor
Sore
Melancholy 
Folly
Fortress
For nothing
Futility
Periodic
Pain
Inept
Insane
Innocuous 
Incapable 
It is everything 
It is inane
It is nothing
It is passing rain
Momentary stain
A feeling gained 
A lesson learned 
A pardon feigned 
Feelings fickle
Passing days
Everything and nothing
Everything all the same

08.20.19 (mistaken)

I did well
For a long while.
I could go a day
And though you crossed my mind
You did not remain
For long.
Lately
You’ve reentered my dreams
And I find myself
Hungering
To hear your voice
To see you smile.
It’s funny,
I thought I was free,
I was mistaken.

08.16.19 (a little longer)

I Think of you
More often
Than I’d like to admit.
Not that you’re the
Sole owner
Of my thoughts,
But you enter them
Every day,
And that feels like
A form of torture.
I don’t think you 
Feel the same way
Or even
care
To hear such things,
But it is true.
I’ve been meaning 
to write down words
To say to you
The next time we speak,
But I’ve gone a good bit of time
Without crying,
And I’d like to enjoy that
A little longer.

08.13.19 (haunting)

I keep you in my heart
Both willingly and
Unwillingly.
I feel you when I breathe.
I see you when I think.
I hear you when I close my eyes.
I think of you when I lust,
When I kiss,
When I embrace another.
It feels as if it is a haunting
Of sorts. 
I cannot decide
Whether I like this
Or not.